American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

"Xiao Lai, I have to go now, I need to take care of the deputy warden's matter."

Gordon glanced at Tompkins with a guilty look.

"It's okay, work is important."

Tompkins smiled, but his eyes dimmed for a moment.

Gordon hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice:

"Be careful, stay away from Dio."

"Why? He's just a little kid!"

Just listen to me.

Gordon didn't bother to explain further, but instead gave Dior a deep look before turning and leaving.

His intuition told him that something big was going to happen today, but he also needed to investigate the mayor's disappearance.

A lot has happened in Gotham these past few days. Not only has the deputy warden of Blackgate Prison died, but the mayor of Gotham City has also gone missing.

Gordon had been desperately searching for clues, but in the end, he only found himself in a dead end.

One thing after another kept him busy, leaving him no time for Xiao Lai.

Gordon's figure quickly disappeared at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Dior withdrew his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips.

It's good that they left; they're no longer in the way.

He picked up his juice, politely declined a girl who wanted to strike up a conversation, and subtly glanced around.

Ever since that incident, he would secretly use the saint's remains to observe whether there were any demons around him.

Fortunately, not today.

"They're all normal people."

Dio breathed a sigh of relief, his left eye returned to its normal color, but he caught a glimpse of the black-haired girl who had sneaked in.

Selena had changed out of her dirty street clothes and was wearing a sparkly backless evening gown.

The afro was transformed into a slightly wavy and fluffy hairstyle, rebellious yet charming.

Her beautiful figure and wild temperament complement each other perfectly; she is absolutely gorgeous.

"You're quite capable."

Dior smiled, put down his juice, and tiptoed over to the person who was stealing.

He leaned close behind the girl and took a sniff; sure enough, the smell of hairspray wafted over.

It's probably the result of using hairspray as an emergency treatment after styling the frizzy hair with water.

Selena was completely oblivious to the person behind her, preoccupied only with hiding the stolen wallet on her person.

Her eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement; after all, the money in her wallet was enough for several days' expenses!

Snapped.

Her wrist, which was being hidden behind her back, was firmly grasped by an exceptionally smooth hand.

Selena was about to bare her teeth when she caught a familiar scent, and her expression immediately fell.

This smell... really?

She turned her head and, sure enough, bumped into a face with a playful expression.

"Hey, hello there, Mr. Brando, you wicked bastard."

She gritted her teeth, still angry.

Dior knew that many things required a balance of tension and relaxation, especially with a girl like Selena who could be aggressive if provoked.

He immediately gave an apologetic smile and let go of her hand.

"I'm sorry about what happened today, it was just a joke."

"A joke? You're leaving me stranded on the street."

Selena was somewhat angry, but when she saw the pitiful expression on the person in front of her, the fire in her heart subsided before it could even ignite.

"Dio, you! You...you...do you really know you were wrong?"

Dior lowered his eyelashes, nodded obediently, and spoke with exceptional sincerity:

"Of course, I shouldn't have treated you like that. To make amends, how about I treat you to a magic show?"

That's really unfair.

Selena froze for a moment, then abruptly looked away, muttering:

"I still have to work, and I don't like watching magic shows."

Dior looked regretful and sighed softly.

"Alright then, I'll treat you next time."

He turned and left, his back view looking somewhat lonely.

Selena watched his retreating figure, a strange pang of reluctance welling up inside her, but she quickly shook her head and lowered her head to hide her wallet.

But she didn't notice that the banknotes inside had somehow turned into butterflies and silently flew out of the house.

Dio took a few steps, raised his hand, and two butterflies gently landed on his fingertips.

He pinched it slightly, and the butterfly transformed into a dollar bill, swaying gently between his fingers.

When I let go just now, Gold Experience had already quietly touched the money.

It has to be said that Giorno Giovanna's Stand is really useful for stealing things.

Dior glanced back at Selena, who was still engrossed in hiding her wallet, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"We can't let our guard down in this city, Ms. Selena."

He walked back to the front of the stage, and suddenly, a strange feeling of being watched arose within him.

The stinging sensation of spider-sense—it's that feeling of being watched by something.

To this day, Dior can still fully distinguish the levels of stinging.

This level of malice means someone is looking at him with malicious intent!

Dior immediately looked around.

The lights were bright at the end of the banquet hall corridor, and shadowy figures moved about.

Only a shadow flashed by around the corner.

His pupils contracted!

That's too fast, unlike ordinary people.

Is it Gallerwin?

Dior began to look around the banquet hall, and finally saw Galerwin holding a wine glass and looking very dignified in front of the magic table.

"It wasn't him?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Dio's eyes as he looked over with the eyes of a detective.

Gallagher stood in front of the magic table, chatting and laughing with people, his smile appropriate and his demeanor elegant.

A series of clues that would be missed by ordinary people were quickly collected:

He possesses strong close-combat skills, has trained in swordsmanship, and has exceptionally steady hands; he has also practiced breathing control techniques required for infiltration.

And... Dio's gaze fell on his collar—

Beneath the neatly ironed white shirt collar, several subtle marks that differed slightly from the skin were faintly visible.

It's not just one place, it's a whole series.

Gee tut.

Dior raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Wow, you're over fifty and still in such good physical condition!

"What are you looking at? Gallup?"

Bruce suddenly appeared behind Dio and asked in confusion, following his gaze.

"Hmm, this guy's in great shape... Hmm?!"

Dior instinctively replied, then abruptly turned around.

"Wait! When did you get here?"

Even today, he still hasn't gotten used to Bruce's entrance, which is almost like a flash.

The way someone suddenly touches you from behind is absolutely terrifying!

"You still haven't answered me. How did you come to that conclusion?"

Bruce didn't see what was so special about Gallagher's physique; he only noticed the hickeys on his neck.

"This one?"

Dio leaned close to his ear and whispered something mischievously.

"The hickeys on his neck came from three women, so he's in great shape."

Bruce's eyes widened, but before he could say anything, the lights in the banquet hall suddenly went out.

"I am Dr. Lee Tompkins, and I am honored to work at the Children's Hospital. Thank you for your support."

"Thank you all for attending this banquet. Over the years, we have invited magicians to perform for everyone."

"And today, I have invited a magician for you all—please allow me to introduce him—the magician Rudolph!"

A spotlight shone on the center of the stage.

A woman wearing a pink miniskirt and a mask walked out gracefully in high heels, her long legs dazzlingly white under the lights.

Her golden curly hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a charming smile played on her lips.

She walked to the front of the stage and blew a kiss to the audience.

Dio's pupils contracted slightly, and he murmured, "...Barbara?"

Today's banquet was indeed abnormal.